Beneath the scars

Seven

Freen glance at the quiet woman beside her then she voiced out her thoughts, "What did you do to pissed those guys?" She ask. Nam sigh loudly while shaking her head. " I don't know too." She answered honestly.

"They just happen to see you and decided to bully you?"

Nam hopelessly look at her friend then shake her head again because she really don't know why those guys attacked her.

"You know them?" Freen asked again, wanting to figure things out. Again Nam shook her head then suddenly something came to her mind. "Engfa!"

"That's weird!" Freen commented.

This time, it's now Nam's time to look at Freen curiously.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" She started asking.

Freen secure the bandage on Nam's forehead then put down the first aid kit. This past few days, she can tell that she can trust the latter.

"How do you think I know who my father is?" Freen responded with a question. Nam frowned and is really confused.

"Huh?" She irritatingly said. Freen giggle softly, "What I mean is I did some jobs for him and he pays me."

Nam eyes bulged out and slowly scooted away from her friend.

"Are you a killer?"

Freen burst into laughter while slapping Nam's lap.

"Aish.. stop it, you jerk. It hurts." Nam whined and painfully rubbing the area that Freen hit.

"Are you crazy?" Freen uttered, still laughing.

"What? It sounded like you are about to tell me you're a killer." Nam retaliated. Freen squint her eyes then relax her face to look serious.

"What if I am?" She challenged the latter. Nam eyes widen again and push Freen away from her.

"Not funny, stop it!" She said. Freen scrunch her nose and started laughing again.

"Okay, whatever. Let's go home, I have a lot of things to do." Nam muttered, grabbing her staff.

Freen stop from laughing and look at Nam. "What things?" She asked. Nam smirk then face Freen fully.

"To make them pay for what they did to us. You are the strength between us and I'll be the brain." She smugly stated.

Freen laughter roared at the cafeteria. Feeling offended, Nam glared at the laughing woman.

"Shut up and just let me be."

Freen lower her laughter while nodding her head, gesturing the latter that agrees at her statement.

"Okay, let's go." Nam muttered, pushing Freen off her chair.

Walking towards the parking lot, they both bid goodbye.

Nearing their house, Freen squint her eyes, wondering if those black cars are on their lawn or not. Her eyes widen and hastily stop her bike the recklessly let her bike go creating a loud noise.
She groan after she stumble hard on the road but she  ignored the excruciating pain and run as fast as she can to her house.

Pushing and throwing punches anywhere, Freen is knocked down on the floor. Using all her might, she tried hard to fight a battalion of guards but miserable defeated.

"Please, please  spare my mom. Beat me, just me I beg you." She pleaded, forcing herself to kneeled down, head touching the floor.

A loud scoff caught Freen's attention. Looking up, Freen gritted her teeth while clenching her fist tight that her hand turns white.